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#a lil softer one I started writing before this week fell apart right in front of my eyes
becca-e-barnes · 1 year
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I've been really caught up in the thought of gentler, intimate sex recently and the thought of it almost slipping into body worship. I write a lot about men appreciating a feminine body but there's something so lovely in slowing down and truly taking time to appreciate the man you're being intimate with.
I think it’d so grounding to have slow, passionate sex with dbf!bucky.  The type where even the pleasure of sex and mutual orgasms comes second to the pleasure of just feeling him.
Because I think being on top, almost just cockwarming him while you steal pleasure from the gentlest touches would be so rewarding.  His dick inside you has you feeling pleasantly full but for now, you’ve parked all thoughts of paying it any attention.
Instead, your fingers glide through his hair, parting it with very little resistance.  He’d let it get slightly longer recently but it suits him well, as do the few greys scattered through the roots.  It feels soft and with each little graze of your fingernails against his scalp, he groans quietly, his hips rising slightly off the bed to press himself impossibly deeper inside you.
He thrives off touch and that’s all you want to give him.  You want to touch him and never stop but as you tear your focus away from his hair, you let your hands wander lower.  Your fingertips drift over his cheeks, the light dusting of stubble feels coarse under your touch but it’s certainly not unpleasant.  Meeting his gaze makes your chest ache because you wonder how often the beautiful man under you sees himself the way you do.
He links his hands in yours, slotting your fingers together before bringing one of yours to his lips and kissing across your knuckles.  You didn’t expect this tenderness but God, you need it, almost as much as he does.
“You’re beautiful.”  No matter how many times you tell him, it never feels right. It's not the word you're looking for but saying nothing would feel like more of a crime than being inarticulate.  
He chuckles quietly to himself and doesn’t say much, watching as you grind your hips, seemingly desperate to remind yourself of the fact his length has found a home in your body.
“You feel perfect.”  Your voice is shaky, rational thought consumed by the feeling of pleasure thrumming through your veins once more.  Your soft, wet cunt glides down on his length like you were made to fit together like this.
His strong hands land on your hips, guiding your rhythm, keeping you moving nice and slowly.  In the meantime, your hands drift from his bare shoulders, down to the expanse of his chest.  Your fingertips tease the tiny, soft curls of hair across the breadth of his chest but you’re entirely consumed by the heat of his body.  He’s so warm and it’s a very pleasant reminder that you really are here with him. You have all the time in the world. 
Reaching the centre of his chest, you feel the gentle thumping of his heart under the flat palm of your hand and for a moment, it all just feels so real.  There’s nowhere else you’d rather be than right there in the room you share.
“Baby…” He groans, his voice low, arching his hips off the bed to fuck himself into you because you’ve been so distracted, you let your mind wander.
Fuck, that feels good.  The tip of his dick nudges perfectly against your sweet spot, right where you need it and you feel yourself flutter in response.
“Good girl, just hold still. That's it. Good girl.”  You do as you’re told, letting him thrust into you from below, losing himself in a way that you only want to encourage because it feels incredible for you too.
Your fingertips desperately try to dig into his chest and you notice how his skin dimples under your frantic touch.  Every one of your thoughts are about this man in that moment.  Nothing else crosses your mind and nothing else matters.  You’re consumed by the smell of his aftershave, the heat of his body and the glide of his cock in and out of you.
“Touch yourself.”  He encourages, his teeth gritted, holding back for your sake.  He’d usually take the opportunity to touch you himself but this time he needs you to do it and you’re more than happy to.  “Please, fuck, I’m so close.”
Hearing him broken like that makes you wetter than you thought possible.  He’s always so stoic.  He never loses control.  He’s calm and reserved and admired for his composure but not when he’s inside you.  You’re the only person who gets to hear how he sounds when his self-control slips away and it’s beyond rewarding.
Your fingers circle your own clit, rubbing yourself while Bucky continues to thrust up into you. He's so close to losing it. He's hanging on by a thread, promising to fill you, to stuff you full and make you a mother.
He knows you far too well and you're cumming within a few minutes, mindlessly riding out your orgasm on his dick. His need comes second for just a moment, pleasure making your body tighten and throb around his.
You vaguely register that he's cumming too, shortly after you do. You feel his hips stutter and then the telltale pulses of his cum into your body. He groans, holding your trembling thighs to keep you in place until he's given you everything he can.
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disneychannie · 6 years
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I’m sorry | Jeon Wonwoo
pairings : boyfriend!wonwoo x female reader
words : 1.6k words, oOF
genre : angst
a/n : this imagine was inspired by a fic i found last year ?? or this year i don’t remember and the fic inspired me to write this imagines umf just wanted to let yall know 
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You knew what you signed up for when you agreed to be Wonwoo’s girlfriend. You knew how many lonely nights you were going to have, you knew that you wouldn’t always be with your busy idol boyfriend. You too knew how much you were going to get stood up because of his busy schedules and new comebacks coming up. You definitely knew you weren’t able to get what other relationships had. 
Other girls get to go anywhere and everywhere with the love of their lives all the time. They get to go on dates every day and they get to wake up to their boyfriend’s face every morning. But, you were okay with not having any of that. You thought that as long as Wonwoo still loves you then your find with that. 
But today was just a little different.
The other day Wonwoo asked if you wanted to go out and eat dinner with him since you haven’t had a proper meal together in a while. You were beyond happy that he was at least thinking of you. Wonwoo said that he would meet you at this Japanese restaurant once he’s done with practice so you took this chance to surprise him by looking all nice and actually decent in front of him. You weren’t really THAT into dressing up but it doesn’t hurt to dress up a lil bit once in a while.
So you wore one of your best dresses which was a red summer looking dress that Wonwoo got you on your 2nd anniversary of being together. For makeup, you try not to go too overboard since Wonwoo likes bare-faced you better so light makeup and a bold lipstick.
You were excited for this date since the both of you haven’t talked with each other properly for a good 2 weeks now. To know that he at least once to make the effort to have dinner with you was already enough for you to know that he still cares for you.
But tonight made you felt otherwise, just a bit.
You’ve waited at the restaurant that Wonwoo said he’ll meet you at and you arrived to see that he hasn’t arrived yet. You thought that maybe Seungcheol held him in a bit longer for practice. So you sat down at a table for two and waited for Wonwoo too arrive, You ordered a glass of water while waiting for him.
You never imagined ending up ordering 4 glasses of water for yourself while waiting for Wonwoo. It was now 10:30 and he still hasn’t arrived yet. You’ve been waiting for 2 hours to be exact. The waiters and waitresses all gave you sympathetic smiles as they told you that you had to go since their closing up soon. Putting up your best fake smile you left a few dollars on the table as you collected your things and headed out of the restaurant.
Not once did you feel mad, just, disappointed and sad that he stood you up. You don’t really wanna think too much since Jihoon probably held he in the studio to record or Soonyoung asking them to practice more for the choreography. You're just not mad. The man’s busy what do you expect? 
But, does it hurt to just text you to tell that he might not make to date? You were okay with it tho, you completely understand the situation right now and your fighting with your brain to not think too much about this. I mean yeah you basically did spend the whole day getting ready to look good in front of your boyfriend's eyes but you never had your hopes up high to actually think that he’s going to make it on time.
You just, miss him.
Wiping a tear that you never knew spilled from your eyes you held your coat tighter to your body while walking back to your apartment. At your apartment, you took off the makeup you had on the whole night and changed out from the dress to something comfier.
You lay on your bed and stared at your ceiling. You could’ve left him a text asking why he didn’t show up but you didn’t want to bother him. You wanted him to focus on what he’s doing at the moment without any distractions from you. You might sound selfless but that’s how usually are towards people that you love so much.
Not wanting to think about this you got yourself comfier and fell asleep.
It was the slamming of your front door that woke you up from your sleep. You lifted your head from the pillow to glance at the clock on your bedside table.
It read 3:10 AM.
You waited and listened to footsteps making their way across your apartment, becoming softer as they came close to your bedroom door. A dim light shone through the room as your boyfriend slowly slipped through the doorway and made his way to your side of the bed.
You could feel your heart beating faster than an f1 race car as he watched your eyes, illuminated by the moonlight shining from the window of your bedroom through the curtains, followed his movements across the room with an unreadable expression shining from within.
Wonwoo sat down on the mattress, the weight of it all suddenly too much to bear.
“How was practice?” you murmured softly as you sat up from your laying position and leaned your back on the headboard.
You watched as Wonwoo’s shoulder fell and breath slipped passed his lips, his elbows on his knees and his head falling into his hands.
“I fucked everything up, didn’t I?”
You weren’t mad. Not in the slightest because the awful truth was that you never expected him to actually show up tonight anyway. You knew he would come home late and apologize and promise to make it up to you before falling asleep.
You had to admit that tonight felt different than your expectations.
From the way, his shoulders shook ever so slightly and the tight lines of his body, you wondered if he needed tonight as much then you did.
“I’m not mad”, you told him truthfully.
He turned his head to look at you, the light spilling through the door making the tears streaming down his face visible.
“How can you not be furious or mad?” he demanded, his voice breaking. “I always do this! I always make promises I know I can’t keep and I let you down, all the time. How can you not be mad at me for it ?” He yelled, more to himself.
“Did you know that every night I come home after practice feeling anxious as ever cause all I could think of is to see all my shit outside the apartment door with a note saying that you had enough of my shit and you want to break up with me.”
He inhaled a large amount of air and when he started speaking again, his voice became softer. “I feel like my whole life has always been about finding you, but when I do end up treating you like absolute shit as if you mean nothing to me when you do.”
It felt like a sink whole had opened up inside of your chest. You had no idea he felt this way or that he had been keeping this inside of him since forever. With tears in your eyes, you moved closer to him and wrapped your arms around him, softly rubbing his back.
For a second, he leaned into your touch, feeling your warmth as if he thinks that you forgive him. And then he was on the floor, pressing his forehead to the hardwood floor begging you to forgive him.
Tears immediately rolled down your cheeks as your heart was about to stop beating looking at the sight before you, your heart shattering into pieces for the boy in front of you.
“Wonwoo, get up.” you managed through the tears.
He shook his head, still in his position as an answer.
You swung your legs out of bed, as you knelt in front him.
“Wonwoo, look at me.” You said as softly as you can.
Placing your hands on his shoulder you sat him up as he was now sitting on the floor with you still holding his shoulder. As you were about to bring him to stand up he pulled you down on the floor again as he hugged the living shit out of you.
“Please don’t break up with me,” He sobbed, the sound muffled by the oversized shirt, his shirt to be exact as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Please, you’re the best thing that has ever come into my life and I-I...”
“Baby, stop,” You said, your voice harsher than you’d meant, 
“I’m not going anywhere, okay?” You ran your hand through his soft hair as he continued to cry on the crook of your neck.
“This is your job, dream and I’m not mad at you for doing what you love, I’m never asking you if you would choose between me or music because I know you love both as much and equally. I’m here as long as you want me.”
He pulled out from the hug as he looked at you, eyes still felt with guilt and sadness. You smiled, letting him know much you loved him.
You cup his face with your hands as you pulled him into a loving kiss. He was shocked but soon gave in and kiss you back wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to him.
You pulled away from the hug as your foreheads leaned against each other.
“I love you.” He said with shaky breath as he looked into your eyes with such love and affection.
“I love you too, so much.”
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classicrewind · 7 years
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Tomorrow Never Knows
Lil background for ya’ll: It’s 1982, Bonzo’s still alive (yay!), Zeppelin’s on hiatus (somewhat?); AU in which Jimmy finds himself at the right place at just the right time (for once)
[This may or may not be complete rubbish, I was kind of delirious…]
Chapter One (of who knows…) September 1982
He was late. Just like he was every other day that week. It was Thursday; a cool, drizzly September afternoon. Glancing down at his watch, he grimaced before placing a cigarette between his lips. “Shit, shit shit shit.” He quickened his pace as he counted the remaining blocks to his destination.
The rain was starting to come down as he finally reached the train station. Taking the steps two at a time, he pulled his jacket up over his head heading briskly to his platform.  It was crowded, as he figured it would be at 5 o'clock on a weekday. He lit his cigarette and checked his watch once again.
His train hadn’t left yet, which was good, seeing as the next one to Pangbourne wouldn’t leave for another hour. By then, Jonesy would’ve killed him. But maybe that wouldn’t be so bad.
Jimmy blew out a stream of smoke as he looked for the signs locating his platform. Throngs of people weaved in and out as they made their daily commute home from the city. Finally reaching his train, he stubbed out his cigarette and boarded.
It was packed and he cursed himself for once again, being late. His favorite section had been filled long before he boarded, so he made his way to the back, looking for a more empty cabin.
Anna was early. She usually was on Thursdays. Her last class ended at 3 and she usually finished grading all coursework before 4. So she liked to take the 5:30pm train home. Being a Literature major had its perks, for one, she always had something to read. It made passing the time much easier.
As the train made its way into the station, she gathered her books and got ready to board. She found her favorite cabin and made herself comfortable in the time she had before the train took off again. Anna preferred to sit in the far back of the train, where most people didn’t venture very often. It was quiet, which made it perfect for her to concentrate.
However, that day the train seemed more packed than normal, she noticed as women started to make their way to the back of the cabin. Anna pulled out her dog-eared copy of a collection of poems by Yeats and began to read. It was one of her favorites, much loved by her over the years. A little too much, since the pages were covered in her writing, some of them coming apart from the binding. But she didn’t care. If anything, it made her treasure it more.
She noticed him as soon as he entered the cabin. It took her a second to recognize from where she had seen his face, but it eventually came to her. Zeppelin. Jimmy Page. She looked down at her book, just in case he saw her watching him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him make his way over to the seat across from her and sit down. He pulled out a cigarette and placed it between his lips before his attention was caught by something outside the window.
Anna took this as an opportunity to study him. He was thin, much thinner than he looked in photos. His hair was cut shorter than it was in previous years. She could see dark circles forming under his dark green eyes. It seemed as if something was troubling him, something that was worth losing sleep over. Tearing his gaze away from the window, he pulled his lighter out and light his cigarette. Anna returned to reading her book.
Jimmy had found a seat located all the way in the back of the cabin and promptly sat down. He pulled out a cigarette as the train pulled away from the station.
Once outside, he could see a flock of birds take off into the sky. Starting to fly south already, huh? He watched in fascination as he they all flew in formation, changing directions several times as they made their ascent into the sky. He had always wondered how they knew how to do that, like schools of fish. he watched them until he could no longer make out their shape.
Tearing his eyes from the window, he fished out the lighter from his pocket and lit his cigarette. Inhaling, he leaned his head back, closing his eyes for a moment, enjoying the first release of nicotine into his system. It never feels as good after the first drag. Never. In fact, it only gets worse.
He forgot to eat again today, too busy between that meeting with Peter, and shopping for a new guitar. But the nicotine suppressed his appetite, although he never found himself hungry lately. Too much on his mind. 
He continued to smoke, pondering the day’s events. He was thinking about the new eight-string guitar he had his hands on in the shop. It was a beauty, really. He had never really gravitated toward eight-strings before, but he wanted to experiment, and they allowed him to play with the idea of major thirds tuning, something he hadn’t previously done. He smiled to himself thinking of how good the guitar felt in his hands, as he had strummed out a few chord progressions, getting a feel for its sound. He was taken out of his daydream by a small giggle, followed by two more. They were barely audible, but he heard them.
Opening his eyes slowly, he peered at the girl sitting across from him. She had a miniscule smile on her face as her eyes were lost on the pages in front of her. She was beautiful; breathtaking, really. He found himself outright staring at her as she was enthralled in her book.
Jimmy tried to make out the title on the battered book in her hands. Yeats.  Ah, ‘And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead,  And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.’ Good choice.  He loved Yeats. It reminded him of his childhood. His mother reading poems to him before nightfall.
The girl in front of him still had not noticed him staring, so he continued to observe her. She had long, naturally auburn hair that fell softly down her shoulders. He could make out some tiny freckles that dotted the very tops of her cheeks and nose. She looked no older than twenty-five, but something about her screamed an old soul.
She bit her lip as she read the last lines on the page. She then closed her eyes, as if to savor those words for only a moment before opening them to meet Jimmy’s gaze.
She had amber-brown eyes, Jimmy noticed. Warm, like honey. Could hold the entirety of your soul inside them. He could feel her gaze warm him from the inside out. He began to feel good for a moment. She gave him a Mona Lisa-esque smile as their eyes stayed locked on one another. He returned her smile and she slowly tore her eyes away from his, returning once more to her book. Once her eyes left his, Jimmy felt himself grow cold once more, a feeling all-too-familiar to him these days. He forced himself to look away from her, retiring his gaze onto the setting sun outside the window.
Heat rose into Anna’s cheeks as she felt Jimmy’s gaze on her. She had read to the end of the page, and was trying her very best to concentrate, but she was flustered. She let out a small sigh, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them, meeting his gaze for the very first time.
His eyes were dark, cold. Sharp enough to cut glass. But the longer she watched him, the softer they grew. They were deep enough to get lost in, drown in. So deep you could never find your way back up to the surface. What was that saying? ‘Still waters run deep.’ He was alluring in every aspect of the word; his face was stoic, but his eyes betrayed him, they seemed to say ‘notice me.’ Anna could feel herself getting sucked in. His gaze was soul-shattering, as if he could read you, know you better than you know yourself, but she just couldn’t look away.
She gave him a small smile before reluctantly tearing her eyes away from his. She flipped a page and began to read once more.
The rest of the train ride went by quickly, and before she knew it the train had stopped in Pangbourne. Which meant her stop was next.
This was Jimmy’s stop. He was meeting John Paul, Robert and Bonzo for a rehearsal tonight. They were to play for a benefit concert that following weekend for AIDS research. He was happy to be able to play on stage again, since the band wasn’t really making music that much anymore.
After ‘In Through the Out Door,’ the band had a lot of creative differences. They had decided to each venture into their own direction before coming back together to form a once more unified sound. And Jimmy wasn’t very happy to do so. He knew his sound. He had known it since he formed the band back in ‘68. But he didn’t want to upset the other members who desperately wanted to experiment and try new things. So he went with it, reluctantly.
He stood up, looking down once more at the beautiful girl in front of him, but she was lost once again inside her book. Making his way off of the train, he stepped out onto the platform and made his way to the stairs.
Anna looked up from her book, outside to see Jimmy walking across the platform toward the exit. ‘But names are nothing. What matter who it be,  So that his elements have grown so fine…’ She slowly started to smile as the train once again pulled away from the station.
Anna arrived home a little after 7. She lived in a lovely little house just outside the city of Reading.
“Anna? Is that you?” She heard Paul call out to her from the study. Paul was a professor who also taught in the English department, in fact, she was his T.A. They had been somewhat seeing each other for the past year, and he had asked her to move in with him. She obliged, but she wasn’t quite sure where she saw the relationship going. Sure, she had feelings for him, but she didn’t feel connected with him. He treated her well enough, but something just didn’t feel right. Yet still, she stayed.
“I’m home.” Home. The word felt foreign on her tongue. She couldn’t remember the last time she ever really felt at home with some place or someone. She set her books down and made her way into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine.
Picking up her glass, she made her way into the study to find Paul poring over a few large books. She walked over to him as he kissed her. “How’d class go today? The kids give you a hard time?” Paul asked her as she leaned against the desk.
Taking a sip of wine, she shook her head. “It was fine, but I’m sure they’d appreciate having their actual professor teach them, not some T.A.”
He grabbed her hands. “I know. It’s just I was very busy today. But I really appreciate you covering for me. You’re heaven sent. Oh, did you get the papers from them?”
Nodding, Anna set her glass down and rummaged through her bag to pull out the stack of papers, freshly graded. “I’ve graded them, they just need to be recorded in the grade-book.”
Paul kissed her on the cheek before taking the stack from her hands. “Thank you, beautiful. Do you want to order some takeout for dinner? I didn’t even realize the time, it kind of got away from me today.”
Like it does most days. Shaking her head, she took another sip of wine. “I’m actually not hungry, love. I’m going to head upstairs and settle in for the night.”
Nodding, he turned back to his desk and began to work once more.
She headed upstairs to the bedroom, closing the door quietly behind her. She made her way to the nightstand, flicking the lamp on. She then walked to the doors that led to the balcony and threw them open.
It was cool outside, the last remnants of the sun were barely visible on the horizon. But it felt good. She pulled out the pack of cigarettes hidden in her dresser drawer and placed one between her lips. She grabbed her Yeats book from her bag and sat down out on the balcony.
She never smoked. But tonight, she needed this. Lighting it, she saw her hands were shaking. She inhaled deeply and let the smoke fill her lungs before expelling it into the cool evening air. She flipped her book open to her favorite poem and began to take herself away from that house.
The guys weren’t very happy with Jim. He was late, again. “Don’t you even use that watch on your wrist?” John Paul asked him.
“Yeah, the meeting ran a little late. But basically Peter said they’re going to be recording this concert to be produced into an album. They want to use it as another fundraiser for the charity.”
Robert nodded, taking a sip of his tea. “Sounds good, mate. Let’s get to work, yeah? We’ve lost quite a bit of time. I mean, Bonzo only got here minutes before you.”
Rolling his eyes, Jimmy turned and grabbed his guitar, warming up a bit before they started to put together the set for the show.
“So I’m thinking we should open with 'Rock And Roll’, 'Cause it’ll get everyone up and moving.” Robert said. John Paul and Bonzo nodded in agreement as Jimmy continued to mess around with his guitar. They continued to add songs to the set list until it was complete.
“We have to put 'Stairway’ on there somewhere, maybe last? Yeah. Let’s end it with Jim.” Robert said, patting Jimmy on the shoulder, smiling down at him with dazzling blue eyes.
Jim looked up and returned a small smile, “Sounds good. Let’s start, yeah?”
John Paul nodded and picked up his bass as Bonzo made his way over to the drumset.
They finished rehearsal as midnight rolled around. Setting his guitar down, Jimmy ran a hand through his hair. “Great work guys. Really good.”
“Yeah, I say we pick this up again Saturday afternoon or so? We’re down to a week before the show.” John Paul said.
Robert nodded his head, hands on his hips. “Sounds good to me. Jim, Bonzo, think you guys could be on time this time?” He giggled heading into the kitchen.
“Kiss my arse, I’ll be there when I’m good and ready.” Bonzo said as John Paul started to look annoyed.
Jimmy ignored them as he began to pack his things up, getting ready to head out. Normally he’d go out tonight, hit up some friends for a night out. Drink a little too much, and drown his thoughts in booze and drugs. But tonight, he felt drained. He craved to be alone, to slink into the recluse of his mind.
“Are you guys hungry? I’m gonna order something, I’m sure some place is still open.” Jimmy heard John Paul call from the kitchen.
Standing up, he headed into the kitchen. “Actually, I’m going to head out. I’ll see you guys Saturday. Don’t worry, I’ll be on time.”
Robert looked crestfallen as Jimmy turned to head out the door. “Great work today, Jim.” He called to him. Jimmy nodded as he shut the door and headed out into the night.
Jimmy came home to a dark house, just how he always liked it. He walked into his study, flicking a desk lamp on.
Heading over to his bookshelf, he scanned it before plucking out the book he was looking for. He smiled down at the cover, a first edition copy of Yeats’ 'When You Are Old’
He settled down into a chair and flipped it open, re-familiarizing himself with the old text. He scanned the index before flipping to his favorite poem, 'All Souls Night.’
“Words were but wasted breath; One dear hope had he: The inclemency Of that or the next winter would be death.” He softly spoke the words aloud, wincing as they echoed off the walls.
Jimmy felt his thoughts drift to the girl from the train, wondering where she was at this moment, what exactly she was doing. He felt her presence at the back of his mind, and he’s unsure of whether or not he liked it that way.
He thought about how good he felt on the train with that girl. When her eyes looked into his, it had stirred something in him. Something he hadn’t felt in such a long time, he wasn’t sure he was ever capable of feeling it ever again. He felt warm, safe. Happy even? He wished he could live inside her gaze. If only for a moment or two, I’d be okay.
Placing the book to the side, he walked over to his desk, pulling out a few drawers, rummaging until he found what he was looking for.
Crushed in a small piece of plastic wrap, he picked it up along with a syringe. He headed into the kitchen for a spoon before returning to his study. Carefully, he placed a large pile of heroin into the spoon, drowning it in water and lemon juice, until it dissolved. He fished out his lighter and lit the mixture until it reached a dark brown color. Placing the syringe into his mouth, he tightly wrapped his upper arm with a tie so the veins were easily accessible. He tore off a small piece of a cotton ball, placing it inside the spoon, so it would filter the drug nicely. Jimmy slowly placed the needle into the spoon and drew up the heroin until it was full.
He began humming the melody of 'Tea For One’ “A minute feels like a lifetime Baby, when I feel this way…”
Poking the vein a few times to get the blood flowing, he slowly lowered the needle into his flesh. Sucking in air as the needle tore a hole, he carefully injected the mixture into his arm, slowly lifting the syringe out once it all entered his vein.
Removing the tie, he tossed the syringe onto the desk, staggering back into the chair. He let out a familiar sigh, as he got ready for the high to take place.
He felt the familiar chill that coursed his body as the heroin made its way throughout his system. He smiled as his head started to grow cloudy. Soon after, an amber color filled his eyes, and he felt himself engulfed in warmth just before drifting away.
*So you guessed it, it’s another LZ fanfic. I had this brain child the other night and tried my best to write it out as coherently as possible. Thanks for stopping by, and feel free to lemme know what you think!
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